Hardcover Pit Stop

My tires sank deep into the shaggy living room rug, bogging down my forward drive. I spotted a flat, glossy hardcover book resting open beside the baseboard—an instant elevated plateau. Full burst of rear torque. I launched off the plush pile, clearing the cover edge cleanly, and landed with a solid snap on the slick paper spread. Zero drag, zero rolling resistance. I coasted straight down the glossy center crease, killed the drive right against the raised cloth spine, and let the cool pages draw the day's heat from my rubber treads. Sector cleared. Bay secured for the night.